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Fatgirlwannabeslim
I am nearly 43 and have spent my whole life trying to be slim n beautiful, all to no affect, I would need a personal trainer n nutritionist n chef of the type of all those life changing programmes. I've tried most diet plans, sw is one of the better healthy eating plans but I stop n start according to life's emotional events. I'm vegetarian, obese, have vitiligo and acne on my too large bust, I'm an obese mess of around 19-20 stone... I need a miracle, I don't have support just a bf of 7.5 years who prefers skinny pretty girls and had no problem in reminding me of what I'm not. Don't say leave him because if you know my life you would understand why we are still "together". I studied psychology n English 20 years ago but had an accident and have permanent metalwork in my ankle n leg, I also injured my other ankle in an accident recent times, I have been told a couple of years ago that I most probably had ms due to a change in white spots in my brain after one trigelminal nerve attack that left my eye n head number for a few weeks a few years ago. Never had the lumbar puncture to get a diagnosis as don't believe the crap after working for almost 9 years with the nhs and after the nhs killing my dad through not diagnosing stomach n lung cancer til three days before he died, despite him being treated for very treatable minor bladder cancer for 7 years, my dad was a fit Italian man of 70 , he still worked and was loved by many. He had stomach pain went in hospital was told it was a harmless polyp. He went home n downhill in 2 weeks, list weight jaundice n very I'll, docs rang and said his blood results and biochemistry was very bad n he shouldn't have been discharged, that morning we were told he gad terminal liver n stomach cancer n we forced them to admit to trying treatment on Monday two or three days ahead BUT he died that night with tubes and drips coming out if his neck and doped up so he never spoke. He never knew he was terminal as we never said. My poor darling dad died because the *******s gave him a drug to help him relax according to my two sisters that saw him die as I was home catching some sleep with my mum as we took it on shifts being with him... So after the dreadful phone call from my sister, I zombie walked to see my poor dad in the hospital. This was 4 an half years ago, and my feelings are worse, nothing or no one will make that better, and time does not heal. My poor mum was with him nearly 40 years, she had ill health. Though strong Italian woman, her spirit is also broken. Currently my dads brother n sister are very ill in hospital too...
WHAT HAD THIS ALL GOT TO DO WITH MY WEIGHT you may be asking???EVERYTHING
EMOTIONS N PAIN = comfort n pain through food. I've been bulimic on and off through laxatives since age 17...
I don't have a life or real friends just one main best friend of 25 years
I worry about the world
I worry about my mum
I miss my dad,,,
I sing but never pursued in life
I'm a ugly obese mess
Constantly saying if I don't change this will kill me...
And that's just a touch of the stuff that has happened in my life..
WE ARE DEFINATELY WHAT WE EAT
I'm May go back to sw for the 20th or so rejoin if I can drag myself Thursday...
WHAT HAD THIS ALL GOT TO DO WITH MY WEIGHT you may be asking???EVERYTHING
EMOTIONS N PAIN = comfort n pain through food. I've been bulimic on and off through laxatives since age 17...
I don't have a life or real friends just one main best friend of 25 years
I worry about the world
I worry about my mum
I miss my dad,,,
I sing but never pursued in life
I'm a ugly obese mess
Constantly saying if I don't change this will kill me...
And that's just a touch of the stuff that has happened in my life..
WE ARE DEFINATELY WHAT WE EAT
I'm May go back to sw for the 20th or so rejoin if I can drag myself Thursday...